February 8, 2015

Humping the shark

Now, you all know me.. or to be specific and accurate, with one or two exceptions none of you know me from Adam, but you have read enough of my stuff to form a picture of the type of guy I am.

While it may be interesting to sit back and listen to the various opinions of what that is (everything from misogynist dinosaur through asshole rapist to gawd knows what no doubt…lol) it is fairly safe to say that most of them are going to involve some sort of doesn’t give a fuck guy who sometimes plays the world’s smallest violin towards causes that the sheeple (wimminz and niggerz) hold dear.

And this post is an example of why that very anonymity, both of myself and the individuals I sometimes write about, is so so so important, not just for their privacy, but because stripping their individuality from the narrative leaves only the bare bones of what I am trying to say, making the deeply personal impersonal, and therefore making it applicable to all, and readable by all.

So, anyway, there I am, one day last week, my pet owned slut, who I will confess to feeling a great deal of affection for, who is still married and who is cuckolding her husband to the degree that he no longer has sexual access to or use of her, is skyping her husband from my house, to do this skype to the “husband that is, father that is and lover that was” she has gotten dressed, not just so the kids don’t see her in flagrante, but also so the husband doesn’t, it’s not “his” flesh any more.

Now, quite apart from being camera averse anyway, I really don’t want any part of such scenes, they are none of my business, I did not make any promises or vows to him, I don’t have any kind of relationship with him (it’s not a “triangle”, three dots connected by three lines, it’s three dots connected by two lines 0-0-0)and basically there is no upside to any of us for me to do this, I may well be her owner, but there are limits that the wise and experienced Dom will not cross, here be dragons.

However, I do not live in a 400 room palace, so it’s not like my slut can wander off to some room in the East wing of the property to skype her “ex” and kids, so, I inadvertently heard some of the convo.

It was the bit about their ex-sexual relationship, once the kids had vanished from his end of the connection (one of the things I approve of with this one, she isn’t in any way changing the kids lives vis-a-vis where they live etc, still in the same house with daddy, minimal disruption, well done that girl.) and I hear and see this guy (and yes, he and I have met face to face several times) refer to his own cock as “unemployed”, in a sad and forlorn way.

I mean, Jesus fucking H Christ, I don’t want to diss this guy in any way, I’m not some tosser who feels good because I have “won” another man’s woman from under his nose or any of that shit or any other shit, and my own opinion is their marriage has been the walking undead for several years at least before I came along, but basically, he is just a nice quiet guy, I don’t dislike him, I don’t disrespect him, I don’t feel no empathy for him, I don’t sneer at him, I don’t denigrate him, I don’t shame him, I don’t want to hurt him or damage his pride.

But, Jesus fucking H Christ, I can’t relate to the guy, I can’t envision ever referring to my own cock as unemployed just because some skank no longer wanted it, I’d be referring to her cunt as the thing that had passed its use by / best before date.

On the one hand, this is exactly WHY she can’t get enough of my cock and no longer has any interest in his, but the temptation to go down that path again leads us all away from the crucial factors here.

I talked before on here about the mouse metropolis experiments and the “beautiful ones”, and I have talked before about the feminisation of men in western society, I have talked before about all the things that lead to this guy, and millions like him, not being a manly man, but being the kind of weak and insipid metro-sexual male that the feminazis were so keen to breed, and look where the fuck it gets you.

It gets you dumped by the one thing you wanted and adore.

I don’t blame him or look down on him, he is a good little robot that absorbed all his social engineering programming, I just don’t respect him.

And, as I said earlier, while I respect the slut in question, my slut, his sexual ex, for her decision to utterly ignore her social engineering programming and leave the kids where they are and where they belong, in their own home with their own dad, this doesn’t mean that she was any more immune to this social engineering programming than he was, she just happened to be a touch stronger than him, and resist one particular part in a way that I approve.

She is just as much a victim of this social engineering programming, because the fact is, as insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast as this guy is, he is quite man enough for the challenge of living and working in 20/21st century western society, itself an insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast society, in which no notable skills of any kind are required to stay alive and “prosper” and reproduce…

Which means that he makes a perfectly “adequate” 20/21st century husband / father / lover.

But the social engineering programming also entreats all females to aspire to the more than adequate, the more than they have, the much vaunted manosphere concept of hypergamy.

In any other age my bitch would have been more than happy with her lot, in this age… well…….

This is the age of the interest only mortgage, the most ludicrous financial concept imaginable, a concept so ludicrous even the feeble minded would sneer at it, or so you would think…

I haven’t yet explained to her what an interest only mortgage is… I pity her as much as him, and I see little upside to being around when she finally gets clued in, she won’t be happy.

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Imagine a house or property, it doesn’t matter what it is, just picture one, and hold that PICTURE in your head.

Now, the vendor says they want X price for it.

You, you don’t have X.

Time was you could either walk away and rent, or step up to the plate and try to get a mortgage. Traditionally here in the UK these were limited to a multiplier on your annual salary, and it varied between 3.5 to 4.5 times your annual salary, eg if your job paid you 10,000 a year, the maximum mortgage you could get would be a 20 year 85/90% mortgage for between 35,000 and 45,000, that’s it. You would require a 10/15% CASH deposit, no if but or maybe.

So we went down the road of liar loans and self certification and 100% mortgages and then 110% mortgages and then 120% mortgages, and when the steam ran out of that bullshit we had to bring in something else to keep the ponzi scheme going.

Enter interest only mortgages, now, despite the name being “interest only mortgage” and featuring the word “mortgage” in there, these things are like “parental rights” when applied to anything with a penis calling itself a father in secret family courts, it is there in the name only… Operation Iraqi Freedom, the Patriot Act, you get the idea…

So, back to your PICTURED property.

Back to the vendor who says they want X for this property.

Back to the “Mortgage” Loan Company.

In the old days, the mortgage loan company loaned you the money, you bought the capital in the property, and the mortgage loan company held on to the deeds until you had paid off the mortgage, at which point (leasehold land aside) you owned the shit outright.

In the new days, you have your PICTURED property, the vendor who says they want X, and you go to the “interest free mortgage” loan company.

The loan company essentially goes out back and prints the money to buy the PICTURED house for X from the vendor (who won’t ever actually see the X, it’s just electronic data in a file), and THEN they come back down and sit at a table with you.

At that point, they indulge in an ENTIRELY SEPARATE CONTRACT AND DEAL WITH YOU.

And that deal is simple, the capital / asset / ownership / deeds of the place isn’t even on the table, the old vendor was paid X by your loan company, who now own the PICTURED property 100%.

The “deal” that IS on the table is this.

For around 50/70% of what a mortgage would have cost, this loan company will allow you to enter into a binding 20 year rental contract on THEIR property, and the only thing that is binding is that YOU can’t get out of it, THEY can change the terms, interest rates, or sell it on at will.

What you are doing is paying the loan company “back” the “money” that it printed into existence the moment IT bought that PICTURED property for X from the vendor.

Your name is not on the deeds. Your name is never going anywhere near the fucking deeds.

When you have finally paid back the “interest only” loan, well, you’re back where you fucking started, homeless and fucking broke, course, you could always negotiate another “loan” with the company.

And these same cunts tell me that they could not do what I do, which is rent, because renting is “more expensive and less secure”.

No shit, when my bathroom ceiling collapsed due to a water leak, my fucking landlord had to fix it and foot the bill, in your case you will be legally liable to pay to maintain the mortgage companies property.

Come time to move to something in a different area or with more room or nearer work or what the fuck ever, I give my landlord 30 days notice.

You, you have to find some schmuck like you to buy the 30k house that your mortgage company printed 220k to buy, only you have to find some schmuck willing to pay 220k to the mortgage company for their property so they will release you from your legal liability to them,and then where are you, sat right next to me on the street, with no capital from the sale of the asset that you never owned, no matter how much it “appreciated” in “value” while you were busy paying the loan company for the money they magicked into existence at zero cost or effort.

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And if you think there is anything less than a FUNDAMENTAL and ELEMENTAL and VITAL connection between the type of guy I am, and me being the cuckold-er, he / they being the type of people that he / they are, and him being the cuckold-ed, and her being my slut, then you ain’t been paying fucking attention.

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“as insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast as this guy is, he is quite man enough for the challenge of living and working in 20/21st century western society, itself an insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast society, in which no notable skills of any kind are required to stay alive and “prosper” and reproduce…

Which means that he makes a perfectly “adequate” 20/21st century husband / father / lover.”

Good point well made.

I reckon you could tie these ‘essays’ up in sort of book and publish them.

That gives too much power to any woman – the key to making a woman happy is to NOT need, or adore, her. Use her. Enjoy her. But always have a replacement, or several. THAT is what women need – a man that doesn’t need, or adore, her – she needs to be competing with other women, and never to “win”. That is why all of these TV shows with women competing for a man always end the same way – she won, so she needs to get her “fix” by competing for some other guy – that is why marriage is for chumps. Of course, having numerous men competing for one woman is doomed from the beginning – women want what they do not have. So enjoy them, use them – but never let them “win”…

If you want a woman to stay make her earn her place – one of the ones that has been with me the longest brings other women to my bed. She brings her own competition – of course, she always makes sure they are lower than she is, but she knows her value. That is important.